Top 10 Least Favorite Films of 2025

2025 asked a hard question of moviegoers: are we grading films on ambition, noise, or genuine storytelling craft? My countdown of last year’s least favorite theatrical releases isn’t about dunking for clicks; it’s about why certain movies failed to stick. Across franchise spin-offs, prestige darlings, and nostalgia remakes, a pattern emerges: films can shine in parts yet stumble on coherence, character logic, or cultural awareness. Hype and awards buzz don’t always mean resonance. When the first act of a lauded epic feels scattered or characters act against their beliefs, the audience senses the wobble. Engagement starts with trust, and trust begins with motivation that tracks.

The list’s middle makes a case for “fine” being the enemy of memorable. A slick first-date thriller entertains but evaporates on the walk to the parking lot. A new take on The Running Man hints at sharp political commentary yet never lands a decisive punch, raising more curiosity about the source era than the movie’s own voice. Snow White becomes a case study in culture war crossfire: miscasting debates, “woke” panic, and interview outrage overshadow a film whose main flaw is simpler... it’s just dull. Meanwhile, Wolf Man illustrates a classic horror sin: characters choosing “stupid” over “wrong,” puncturing tension faster than any silver bullet.

Action fatigue shows up in Ballerina, a spin-off that delivers choreography without consequence. The hit-counter keeps rising while stakes stay flat, proving how spectacle without story rarely lingers. The Phoenician Scheme, for all its crafted framing, reminds us that a signature aesthetic can’t substitute for emotional ignition; style needs a pulse. Five Nights at Freddy’s 2 caters to fans yet feels trapped by service over substance, with character choices that strain credibility and leave newcomers out in the cold. Fan love deserves more than Easter eggs. It deserves a story that breathes.

Sequels that pivot genres can thrive, but Megan 2.0 swerves without a compelling roadmap. Shifting away from horror could have unlocked a bold reinvention; instead, it fogs the franchise’s identity and saps tension. The biggest spark of debate arrives with The Roses, where toxic dynamics are played as comedy and reconciliation is treated as catharsis. Stories shape norms, even when exaggerated, and laughing at harm muddies the line between critique and glamorization. Remakes need translation for modern ethics; if the core is broken, a glossy update won’t fix it. Audiences aren’t asking for safe—they’re asking for honest, grounded, and worthy of their time.